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Oh my goodness! I am so close to finishing the shawl I am knitting! The yarn is soft. The yarn is beautiful. But I will probably not knit with Knit Picks Diadem again. It sheds something awful. Worse than my mother's dog kind of awful. I took this in the car when we went on a recent trip. When we reached our destination, my side of the car had a purple haze to it. Also, as I pull the yarn from the ball, it creates a ring of fuzz that has to be cut away every so often. All that aside, I cannot wait to see this thing all blocked and finished! I am working on the crocheted edging right now, which would not be so challenging if I were right handed, which I am not. I can crochet left handed. I practiced on scrap yarn with my right hand before starting on the real deal.


When it comes to buying yarn, I rarely buy very expensive yarn. I am frugal by nature. But I have a very special project that I am getting ready to start. It is for someone close to my heart who is going through a very difficult time. I want this item to be special, so I ordered Madelinetosh Vintage for the project. Waiting for the yarn to arrive is like waiting for Christmas morning as a child.


Reading? I am not reading anything right now. We listened to audiobooks on the trip. The kids are in love with Melendy family and so am I. The series starts with a book called "The Saturdays" by Elizabeth Enright. We finished the fourth and final book in the series on our trip. Trust me, you will love them as much as your kids and you won't want to miss a word.

Joining Ginny, as usual.




The famous ball of fuzz that keeps accumulating while knitting!

Comments

  1. What gorgeous knitting! I love the color, and your lace is beautiful. There are a handful of knitpicks yarns I've sworn off for good. Lately it's all cotton shine worsted, which is nice and so soft. I hate that little fuzzy ball -- I've never seen yarn do that before.

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  2. Well, it may shed but it is so pretty! I guess wearing it with white or black may not be a good idea? I have a shawl like that too. I spun the yarn from a friend's pygora goat and it is the warmest shawl, but the shedding is out of control.

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  3. That is so so pretty! I just love purple :)

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  4. That is so so pretty! I just love purple :)

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  5. Love how it looks, but the shedding thing could drive a gal crazy. I'm frugal as well, so I have found Caron's Simply Soft yarns to be a delight for me.

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  6. Wow, that yarn and the pattern are just beautiful. So sad that the yarn sheds so badly!

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  7. It's a beautiful colour though so hopefully, will be worth it! I love waiting for yarn!

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